notebook sketch

Seen across the alley from a hotel window in Seattle.

burning leaves

under the apple trees

thoughts wandering

with the smoke

Pruned branches from our apple trees, pushed into the ground.

Each measured how high it could hold the snow.

Ozymandias like.  Empty sockets staring, mouthpiece open in a war cry only the lone and level sands remember hearing, from a battle of oceanic proportions.

storm – Kansas/Colorado border